I usually get to the edge and stop, then repeat. Drag it out, you know?"."Well, you're welcome to let it out now if you'd like.". I never thought I'd ...ear those words from such sweet, young lips."Seriously?!? That wouldn't bother you?" I asked."No, I've never seen a guy do that in person. I think it would be cool!" Ok" I said, as I got up and walked over to my bag to get my lube. As I sat back down a placed a dime sized puddle on my right palm and proceeded to slowly grab and pull on my cock.. He had his hands on my hips and he was squeezing me really hard. He picked me up toward him and he was hitting the perfect spot super hard. I felt like I was going to cum, I was saying, "please master, please, more." He was fucking me even harder. He would slap my ass and call me a 'little bitch' while he was fucking me full deep stroke.Master slowed down a little then stopped. Mistress, pulled off my blind-fold. She tilted my head back and emptied a glass with my cum down my throat. I didn't. He has a special kind of "I've been fucking Beth" sheepish look when he comes home late from class some days. This all started a while back, and I won't go into detail, but Beth and her husband, Steve, are the people we pal around with--you know, go to the opera or the movies, sail in the summer, feed each other dinner, throw the occasional orgy, the ordinary things people do together."She's my accountant," John said, "and I'm her broker. I've known her for years." Oh," I said, mulling that. Kayla was trying to be brave, but Mason's brusque caresses were doing little to excite her. That she could see his cock standing out that way, dripping his pre-cum, realizing how long it was and that it would be inside her soon did nothing to enhance her excitement, much less the production of any personal lubricant that she could me making.Mason finally became frustrated with her failure to get excited. He spit into his right hand and rubbed the moisture onto the end of his cock head..